Henry IV, Part 1

by: William Shakespeare

  Act 5 Scene 4

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HOTSPUR

Nor shall it, Harry, for the hour is come
To end the one of us, and would to God
Thy name in arms were now as great as mine.

HOTSPUR

It won’t have to, Harry, for the time has come for one of us to die. I only wish that you had as great a reputation in warfare as I do.

PRINCE HENRY

70I’ll make it greater ere I part from thee,
And all the budding honors on thy crest
I’ll crop, to make a garland for my head.

PRINCE HENRY

My reputation will be greater by the time we part. I’ll take all the flowers of honor from your helmet, and turn them into a garland for myself.

HOTSPUR

I can no longer brook thy vanities.

HOTSPUR

I can’t stand your arrogance any longer.
They fight
They fight.
Enter FALSTAFF
FALSTAFF enters.

FALSTAFF

Well said, Hal! To it Hal! Nay, you shall find no boys' play here, I can tell you.

FALSTAFF

Well said, Hal! Go for it, Hal! This isn’t child’s play, I’ll tell you that much!
Enter DOUGLAS. He fighteth with FALSTAFF, who falls down as if he were ead.
DOUGLAS returns and fights with FALSTAFF, who falls down and plays dead.
Exit DOUGLAS
DOUGLAS exits.
PRINCE HENRY killeth HOTSPUR
PRINCE HENRY kills HOTSPUR

HOTSPUR

O Harry, thou hast robbed me of my youth.
I better brook the loss of brittle life
Than those proud titles thou hast won of me.
They wound my thoughts worse than thy sword my flesh.
80But thoughts, the slave of life, and life, time’s fool,
And time, that takes survey of all the world,
Must have a stop. O, I could prophesy,
But that the earthy and cold hand of death
Lies on my tongue. No, Percy, thou art dust,
85And food for— (he dies)

HOTSPUR

Oh, Harry, you’ve

taken away

embowelled = disemboweled, in order to be embalmed

taken away
my youth. I can handle the loss of my fragile life, but not the loss of all the honors you have won from me: that loss wounds my thoughts more than your sword wounds my flesh. But thought depends on life, and life depends on time, and time, which watches over the whole world, must stop eventually. Oh, I could make prophecies, but the cold hand of death is stopping my tongue. No, Percy. You are dust, and food for—(he dies)